Di Ting shouted. The others were fine, but the two Ultimate Fiends below suffered terribly. Though Di Ting fell short of Di Ji, he was unquestionably among the highest-ranked Saint Ancestors in the Myriad Worlds. Every word he spoke while brimming with fighting spirit contained endless saint ancestor might, like a ceaseless barrage of great hammers pounding the father and son.
By the time Di Ting finished those two sentences, blood was pouring from the two Ultimate Fiends' eye sockets and mouths.
But the Great Sage Ninety-Nine Heads did not lose heart. He sensed the divine senses of the grand patriarch and the Ancient Beast Qixuan among those Saint Ancestors' divine senses, and believed they would surely arrive to secure justice for him.
"What happened?"
Di Ji appeared beside Di Ting.
Then the true bodies of Emperor Race Saint Ancestors materialized near Di Ji, one after another, soon numbering sixteen.
Dense Saint Ancestor pressure interwove in the air. Vast stretches of space tore apart and healed continuously, forming a black web of rifts in the void. The sky for a million li around seemed to be brewing endless storms.
The world seethed! Kunlun roared!
The Great Sage Ninety-Nine Heads froze. Enduring the pain throughout his body, he turned all his heads toward the sky. He was not looking at Di Ting, but at Di Ji.
He began to tremble. Though Di Ting was vicious and capable of exterminating a race, that only applied to ordinary races. The Winged Flying Serpent race had several Saint Ancestors presiding over it, extensive friendships, and ties with multiple Primordial Clans. Whatever Di Ting might do, he would not dare attack Ninety-Nine Heads.
But Di Ji was different.
In the eyes of the Primordial Races, Di Ji was another World-Extinguishing Emperor Dragon. At most, he